MATERIALIST Lyrics

Yeah

Get money get money

Disrespect women

Do childishly irresponsible amounts of drugs and then

Act as though it makes you better than other people

Rolls Royce fitted with that 5% tint

Gold Rolex on my wrist, hoe your life's what I spent

I ain't tryna get no bag, I'm just tryna get a check

Time countin' money's time I could be spendin' it

Gettin rich in my sleep, can't spend it as fast I make it

Just bought a couple nations, feel I still ain't made it

False prophets, it's no clothes on your posse

Who gon stop me when I'm dressed in this Versace

I been feelin they can't keep up with me lately

Nobody gon save me so I bought me a Mercedes

Y'all talk in circles, arguments is like my driveway

I spent my breath on words that sent me up to high pay

100k buy-ins I been fuckin up the high stakes

Paris to Vegas for a night and back that was my day

Fuck yo couch, got a fountain in my living room

Be this way until I'm posted in my pharaoh's tomb

Louis Fendi Prada, blowin every dollar

Blow my bag to get my bag blown, hoes on it

I don't even drink and just bought bottle service

Might run for president, nihilist just bought a purpose

I just bought me a number one album

Who'd have known this high an ROI would be the outcome

Loans, debts, write off losses, how the taxes happen

It's ways not to pay once you're in the right bracket

Rolls Royce fitted with the 5% tint

Gold Rolex on my wrist, hoe your life's what I spent

I ain't tryna get no bag, I'm just tryna get a check

Time countin' money's time I could be spendin' it

Gettin rich in my sleep, can't spend it as fast I make it

Just bought a couple nations, feel I still ain't made it

False prophets it's no clothes on your posse

Who gon stop me when I'm dressed in this Versace

Bought a Range Rover so I guess the pain's over

Was winnin' with the bitches, now that I'm rich I guess the game's over

So driven it gets tiring, I copped me a Tesla

I ain't gassing you homie this shit's electric (hanhh)

I just dropped 200k on an NFT

Meant so little to me, shit I think I lost my wallet key

Dropped 200k on a picture of a monkey

I think it's ugly, but now my Twitter stuntin

Walls was lookin bare so I copped me a Picasso

Now they need another Basquiat or a Rothko

House like a museum, seventeen bedrooms

Studio go louder than Coachella plus some headroom

No snakes in the grass, backyard's sandy

Chef in the kitchen with the cannabis pantry

Cash rules everything around me

Identified with it now I'm destiny powering

Rolls Royce fitted with the 5% tint

Gold Rolex on my wrist, hoe your life's what I spent

I ain't tryna get no bag, I'm just tryna get a check

Time countin' money's time I could be spendin' it

Gettin money in my sleep, can't spend it as fast I make it

Just bought a couple nations, feel I still ain't made it

False prophets it's no clothes on your posse

Who gon stop me when I'm dressed in this Versace, yeah I'm godly